Dear diary,
Last night was the absolute WORST. My BFF Steff and I went to the King of Prussia Mall to buy red pants and they didn't have a pair ANYWHERE. Not even the lower-cased abercrombie. Then these bros started walking behind us and made fun of my OUTFIT. They said I had on a queer shirt and low-cut shoes! They must know more about style and phashion because I didn't even know "low-cut shoes" was a term. OMG MIA LCD Soundsystem, so embarrassed. Also, I had a zit on my fivehead and I think the American Apparel employees noticed. I basically cried the whole way home from the mall.
Will things ever get better?
Love always,
Andy
P.S. Why did I just got chest hair last week? Is it a second-wave of puberty or am I eating too much soy?
So that's how a fourteen year old might interpret my night last night.
In actuality, I did find red pants (to cut into shorts), laughed with Steph the whole evening over Chinese food and cucpakes, and was indeed harassed by some kids for my clothing choice. I do however enjoy what I was wearing even more after that incident ( queer shirt = Lord&Taylor plaid button up and low-cut shoes = step-dad's black imitation black Vans slip-ons ).
Nothin' like being back in the suburbs!
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11 March 2008
Buenos Dias de Barcelona!
Hola chicos!
So I'm knee-deep into Day Three of Barcelona and it sure is zaniness!
This is kind of going to be more adventure journal and less bloggy until I get back.
Soo... I came home around 6 o'clock on Friday and went out to dinner with my family. I just got done telling them how much I was kind of over burritos because that's all I ate at school. So naturally we went out to a mexican restaurant where I got a burrito. After dinner I drove all over to buy last minute things including a Dior sweater from the 80's at Goodwill. A definite necessity for my trip to Spain. I came home and went to bed in the basement because my mom threw away my mattress while I was at college. Boo.
On Saturday, I woke up at 5 a.m. and we jetted off to pick up Jen and Yasmin. My mom gave us some parting advice such as "be safe" and "maybe you (we) could buy some sparkly sandals at the flea market". Our two hour flight to Atlanta was fairly short and it was snowing and way colder in HOTlanta than A-Town (Allentown). When we arrived, our eight hour layover began. Time passed quickly with some sorbet, avocados, and camping out in the terminal. Eventually our flight to Barcelona arrived.
The plane ride was pretty terrible. Eight hours or so and none of us slept. Also, they played some awful movie with John Cusack called "Martian Boy". I believe Joan Cusack was in it, but I was slipping into various periods of insanity and pictochat with Jen and Yasmin. The meals were fantastic though! Best plane food ever.
Eventually we made it to Barcelona. Major setback was waiting in line for an hour or so to claim that Yasmin's luggage was lost. We rode the metro for a long time and we arrived at the apartment. The apartment is really crazy and totally not what I expected. There are four tiny bedrooms, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a decent sized living room / dining room.
Living in these four bedrooms are the following:
Bedroom 1:
--Miguel (the owner of the apartment)
--His wife
--His three year old daughter Genesis
Bedroom 2:
--"Kramer" (a crazy guy who is the Kramer of Spain)
--His large girlfriend who leaves bloody meat juice all over the counter and kitchen towels
Bedroom 3:
--Ans
--Pat
--Jimmy
--Tina
--Mike
Bedroom 4:
--Me
--Jen
--Max
--Brendan
--Yasmin
Soon Commeh will return from Italy and join us in Bedroom 4. Jimmy is Amsterdam so Yasmin moved into Bedroom 3. Tina has left leaving one more space open. I don't know where I'm sleeping after tomorrow night. Aye aye aye!
In conclusion, the first night there were 15 people living in this four bedroom apartment which is absolutely ridiculous if you are aware of typical European living spaces.
We just kind of got settled in and tried to get over the shock of the living situation. We're all into it right now. Later we got some 'pan'. I thought Yasmin was joking about how much bread we would eat, but seriously, each one of us goes through a baguette a day because it's so good and so cheap.
Later in the night, we walked around the touristy area but there were some neat stuff. We also bought alcohol legally and walked around with it. Oh this European living. Liberating.
Then we came home and crashed!
Day 2 involved waking up and walking to the bakery and bought croissants. Worst / best part of the whole trip is the fact that I cannot get coffee anywhere. But it's helping me get rid of the addiction and it's a really weird feeling. Grocery shopping is amazing though. Rather cheap and you can make really good food.
In the morning we went to the flea market and there were crazy things there. Oh and a lot of porn. Like every stall. Cheap fabric and porn.
We came home, lunched and then siesta-ed the rest of the day practically. I can't really remember what we did at night besides go grocery shopping, cook dinner, listen to Ans play the harmonica at midnight and then go to sleep.
Day 3 was an adventure as well! Jen and I went to the bakery down the road and ran into the middle schoolers wearing weird gingham smocks. Blue for the boys and pink for the girls. For breakfast we enjoyed a fresh fruit salad, cereal, and croissants. Tofu is so expensive. Soy milk three for 1,80! You can't beat it. Also, I bought this super weird vegan caramel pudding things that were 3 for 2,20. Nice!
After breakfast, we headed to the craziest zoo ever. You could get up so close to the animals, even the lions and cheetahs! Kids were dangling in the sea lion pit and nobody even cared. It was nuts! Alligators right to the dome.
We were there for a LONG time. Eventually we finished and bought some bread, olives, and other snacks and picnicked on the beach. I attempted to use my polaroid camera but it freaked out and took seven photos of nothing. NICE. Some weird Eurotrash man asked us if he could finish Max's Fanta, which he did, and then threw on the beach. It was weird.
Later we discovered a really cool park and the site of a mammoth excavation.
We went to the Spanish version of a Wal-Mart so Yasmin could buy clean clothes (her bags have yet to arrive or even leave Atlanta) and I also succumbed and bought a coffee from Starbucks. The barista was impressed with my Spanish (which is good considering I've spent six years trying to learn it and mad $$$ at college for it).
But other than that faux pas, we're trying to avoid American franchises in general aka KFC, McDonalds, Starbies, etc. etc.
We've been home since ten (it is currently midnight here and like... seven o'clock back home). I made some home-made humus for dinner and finished it with some pineapple rings.
Tomorrow we are going to a labyrinth. Should be crazy / Jen is worried monsters will kill us if we make a wrong turn.
Other interesting things:
--Spanish is basically a second language here while Catalan reigns over all.
--People eat lots and lots and lots of bread
--People sell one euro beers that are hidden in the sewers
--My friends bought hashish that turned out to be wood chips
--Vintage stores are crazy expensive
--Basil is not Spanish for basil
--Clothing is weird here
--Vassar
--I don't want to come back to Philly
--There are three Maoz here though
--But you can get cheaper falafel elsewhere
And finally, FELIZ CUMPLEANOS HANNAH!
Your birthday has officially been over for seven minutes here, but I guess you've still got five or so hours left.
Ciao!
So I'm knee-deep into Day Three of Barcelona and it sure is zaniness!
This is kind of going to be more adventure journal and less bloggy until I get back.
Soo... I came home around 6 o'clock on Friday and went out to dinner with my family. I just got done telling them how much I was kind of over burritos because that's all I ate at school. So naturally we went out to a mexican restaurant where I got a burrito. After dinner I drove all over to buy last minute things including a Dior sweater from the 80's at Goodwill. A definite necessity for my trip to Spain. I came home and went to bed in the basement because my mom threw away my mattress while I was at college. Boo.
On Saturday, I woke up at 5 a.m. and we jetted off to pick up Jen and Yasmin. My mom gave us some parting advice such as "be safe" and "maybe you (we) could buy some sparkly sandals at the flea market". Our two hour flight to Atlanta was fairly short and it was snowing and way colder in HOTlanta than A-Town (Allentown). When we arrived, our eight hour layover began. Time passed quickly with some sorbet, avocados, and camping out in the terminal. Eventually our flight to Barcelona arrived.
The plane ride was pretty terrible. Eight hours or so and none of us slept. Also, they played some awful movie with John Cusack called "Martian Boy". I believe Joan Cusack was in it, but I was slipping into various periods of insanity and pictochat with Jen and Yasmin. The meals were fantastic though! Best plane food ever.
Eventually we made it to Barcelona. Major setback was waiting in line for an hour or so to claim that Yasmin's luggage was lost. We rode the metro for a long time and we arrived at the apartment. The apartment is really crazy and totally not what I expected. There are four tiny bedrooms, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a decent sized living room / dining room.
Living in these four bedrooms are the following:
Bedroom 1:
--Miguel (the owner of the apartment)
--His wife
--His three year old daughter Genesis
Bedroom 2:
--"Kramer" (a crazy guy who is the Kramer of Spain)
--His large girlfriend who leaves bloody meat juice all over the counter and kitchen towels
Bedroom 3:
--Ans
--Pat
--Jimmy
--Tina
--Mike
Bedroom 4:
--Me
--Jen
--Max
--Brendan
--Yasmin
Soon Commeh will return from Italy and join us in Bedroom 4. Jimmy is Amsterdam so Yasmin moved into Bedroom 3. Tina has left leaving one more space open. I don't know where I'm sleeping after tomorrow night. Aye aye aye!
In conclusion, the first night there were 15 people living in this four bedroom apartment which is absolutely ridiculous if you are aware of typical European living spaces.
We just kind of got settled in and tried to get over the shock of the living situation. We're all into it right now. Later we got some 'pan'. I thought Yasmin was joking about how much bread we would eat, but seriously, each one of us goes through a baguette a day because it's so good and so cheap.
Later in the night, we walked around the touristy area but there were some neat stuff. We also bought alcohol legally and walked around with it. Oh this European living. Liberating.
Then we came home and crashed!
Day 2 involved waking up and walking to the bakery and bought croissants. Worst / best part of the whole trip is the fact that I cannot get coffee anywhere. But it's helping me get rid of the addiction and it's a really weird feeling. Grocery shopping is amazing though. Rather cheap and you can make really good food.
In the morning we went to the flea market and there were crazy things there. Oh and a lot of porn. Like every stall. Cheap fabric and porn.
We came home, lunched and then siesta-ed the rest of the day practically. I can't really remember what we did at night besides go grocery shopping, cook dinner, listen to Ans play the harmonica at midnight and then go to sleep.
Day 3 was an adventure as well! Jen and I went to the bakery down the road and ran into the middle schoolers wearing weird gingham smocks. Blue for the boys and pink for the girls. For breakfast we enjoyed a fresh fruit salad, cereal, and croissants. Tofu is so expensive. Soy milk three for 1,80! You can't beat it. Also, I bought this super weird vegan caramel pudding things that were 3 for 2,20. Nice!
After breakfast, we headed to the craziest zoo ever. You could get up so close to the animals, even the lions and cheetahs! Kids were dangling in the sea lion pit and nobody even cared. It was nuts! Alligators right to the dome.
We were there for a LONG time. Eventually we finished and bought some bread, olives, and other snacks and picnicked on the beach. I attempted to use my polaroid camera but it freaked out and took seven photos of nothing. NICE. Some weird Eurotrash man asked us if he could finish Max's Fanta, which he did, and then threw on the beach. It was weird.
Later we discovered a really cool park and the site of a mammoth excavation.
We went to the Spanish version of a Wal-Mart so Yasmin could buy clean clothes (her bags have yet to arrive or even leave Atlanta) and I also succumbed and bought a coffee from Starbucks. The barista was impressed with my Spanish (which is good considering I've spent six years trying to learn it and mad $$$ at college for it).
But other than that faux pas, we're trying to avoid American franchises in general aka KFC, McDonalds, Starbies, etc. etc.
We've been home since ten (it is currently midnight here and like... seven o'clock back home). I made some home-made humus for dinner and finished it with some pineapple rings.
Tomorrow we are going to a labyrinth. Should be crazy / Jen is worried monsters will kill us if we make a wrong turn.
Other interesting things:
--Spanish is basically a second language here while Catalan reigns over all.
--People eat lots and lots and lots of bread
--People sell one euro beers that are hidden in the sewers
--My friends bought hashish that turned out to be wood chips
--Vintage stores are crazy expensive
--Basil is not Spanish for basil
--Clothing is weird here
--Vassar
--I don't want to come back to Philly
--There are three Maoz here though
--But you can get cheaper falafel elsewhere
And finally, FELIZ CUMPLEANOS HANNAH!
Your birthday has officially been over for seven minutes here, but I guess you've still got five or so hours left.
Ciao!
23 December 2007
New York and Company
So this is old news BUT it is still important that I share.
Last Tuesday, Jenny G and I went to NYC to spend lots of money and catch up on old times.
A highlight of where we went:
After sitting on the bus for two hours, we were naturally famished. A few blocks from Port Authority, a Pret-A-Manger awaited us. When I was England I tried eating at these every chance. When I came back home, I was very happy to find that these little sandwich places were ALL up in New York. Jen got a HUGE caesar salad and said it was the best salad she has ever had. My sandwich had avocado, crazy cheese, and pine nuts. It was top notch. Bonus Trivia: The origin of my lifestyle choice of 'no nasties' derived from a delicious soda that the store sells. Most of these stores have gigantic lunch rushes (especially the one in Rockefeller Center) so avoid it from 11:30-1:00 but also do not wait too late because a lot of them are only open for lunch! Choose wisely.
Our next stop was the well-known store H&M. I do not have much to say about it since you're all probably familiar. Everything is cheap cheap cheap and while they have piles of clothes, I usually never find anything I really like. Jen bought a boy's t-shirt there because I didn't!
Next of course, was UO. Jen went nuts buying all sorts of things. I tried on acid wash jeans and was not impressed. The girl at the cash register could not figure out this transaction so I helped her by doing the math AND singing Hakuna Matata to her. I do not know which one worked best. Also, these two stores tend to rip off designers frequently, with H&M copying hits right off the runway and UO usually stealing from 'indie designers'.
Last Tuesday, Jenny G and I went to NYC to spend lots of money and catch up on old times.
A highlight of where we went:
After sitting on the bus for two hours, we were naturally famished. A few blocks from Port Authority, a Pret-A-Manger awaited us. When I was England I tried eating at these every chance. When I came back home, I was very happy to find that these little sandwich places were ALL up in New York. Jen got a HUGE caesar salad and said it was the best salad she has ever had. My sandwich had avocado, crazy cheese, and pine nuts. It was top notch. Bonus Trivia: The origin of my lifestyle choice of 'no nasties' derived from a delicious soda that the store sells. Most of these stores have gigantic lunch rushes (especially the one in Rockefeller Center) so avoid it from 11:30-1:00 but also do not wait too late because a lot of them are only open for lunch! Choose wisely.
H&M
Our next stop was the well-known store H&M. I do not have much to say about it since you're all probably familiar. Everything is cheap cheap cheap and while they have piles of clothes, I usually never find anything I really like. Jen bought a boy's t-shirt there because I didn't!Next of course, was UO. Jen went nuts buying all sorts of things. I tried on acid wash jeans and was not impressed. The girl at the cash register could not figure out this transaction so I helped her by doing the math AND singing Hakuna Matata to her. I do not know which one worked best. Also, these two stores tend to rip off designers frequently, with H&M copying hits right off the runway and UO usually stealing from 'indie designers'.Two Ultra-Expensive Boutiques
While in SoHo, we decided to check out two stores that I looked up before we went. Both were really expensive. The one even featured a whole little upstairs dedicated to Kate Moss' line. We were followed everywhere. Customers usually came in, went to a sales associate and told them what they were looking for. The associate then tried to help their "client" find it. It was a far cry from H&M. The second store was smaller but carried all sorts of crazy designers. I wanted to buy a cardigan by a particular one (mainly for the name as opposed to how nice it looked) but I was so shocked by the $350 price tag, I dropped it to the ground. Oops! Fashion faux pas of a different kind I suppose. **Bonus Trivia**: Henry Holland t-shirts are printed on American apparel tees. I thought that was interesting.
Paul Frank
No stop downtown is complete without a stop to the Paul Frank store! The store is always clean and the cashiers are always some sort of charming foreigner. Usually I'll buy a t-shirt or something and that's about it. A certain azn loves the store intensely. Not too much to say except that a girl could not decide what to buy for her new friend who is "transitioning" genders (girl to guy). Sadly, I had no 'no nasties' advice to give her on that subject.
You've probably heard the hype about this store on the television (or the radio!). Pinkberry was zany! All the tables were filled with asians (I'm pretty sure we were in Little Korea). The actually frozen yogurt was amazing. I got mine with diced mango on top! Delicious. We popped into Starbucks to eat it, but I won't talk about it since everyone is familiar with it.
No stop downtown is complete without a stop to the Paul Frank store! The store is always clean and the cashiers are always some sort of charming foreigner. Usually I'll buy a t-shirt or something and that's about it. A certain azn loves the store intensely. Not too much to say except that a girl could not decide what to buy for her new friend who is "transitioning" genders (girl to guy). Sadly, I had no 'no nasties' advice to give her on that subject.
Pinkberry
You've probably heard the hype about this store on the television (or the radio!). Pinkberry was zany! All the tables were filled with asians (I'm pretty sure we were in Little Korea). The actually frozen yogurt was amazing. I got mine with diced mango on top! Delicious. We popped into Starbucks to eat it, but I won't talk about it since everyone is familiar with it.Forever 21
Jen didn't see much here, but I went nuts! There were piles of clothes at the end of the night right before closing, but I dug through them all to find the nicest flannels this side of a lesbian's trailer park.
Marc Jacobs
While it wasn't the ender to our trip, I thought it would be a good ender for this trip story. We went to every single one that was open and managed to spend a great deal of our money there (rumor has it that Jen squeaked by with only $1 left). The whole place almost needs a post for itself. It was so crowded and lots of people just grabbing everything and anything. Even the cashiers wanted to buy everything in the store.
So that's that.
Tomorrow I have to wake up early and go grocery shopping for Christmas Eve dinner and for Christmas Morning brunch.
Stay tuned for posts on that AND wrapping.
So that's that.
Tomorrow I have to wake up early and go grocery shopping for Christmas Eve dinner and for Christmas Morning brunch.
Stay tuned for posts on that AND wrapping.
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